Drops of Color/The Art of Unfolding
The Art of Unfolding
Waiting
wait—ing.
Slowly, without any need
to push, prod, arch or
bend,
a change uncovers itself before
the eye can see.
A reality perceived—
a lifetime of endless attempts,
one pursuit after another.
Then, sitting quietly,
waiting,
the ripened unfolding made
manifest.
There was no need to do
anything.
Blossoming happens—the art
form everlasting.
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